Chapter 231 Little Wine Gourd

Poof... Roland squirted the wine out of his mouth, took the mouthwash handed over by his assistant and muttered for a long time before spitting it out, with an expression on his face as if he had eaten a poop.

"How dare you bring this kind of shit-like wine, it's really ****!" Roland cursed fiercely there, using a word starting with f, which made the assistants behind him want to laugh but didn't dare laugh.

As a sommelier, if you drink good wine, it is naturally the best. You can close your eyes and feel the taste of the good wine beating on the tip of your tongue, and feel the taste that seems to be able to pry your soul...

But since he is a wine taster and not a wine maker, it means that he will definitely drink a lot of bad wine in his life. Look how his wine is...

This is very painful, think about it, to become the world's top sommelier, it is not only 99% of the sweat, it can be said that there is no half of the inspiration , it is impossible for him to reach this position!

This is the same as the top gourmets, their sense of taste and smell are different from ordinary people, such as the current Roland, such as old man Yan, that tongue is simply a treasure in the world!

For example, old man Yan, when drinking white wine, whether it is mixed with water, how much it is mixed with, the approximate alcohol content, and what is the brewing material, you can basically know it by taking a sip. If you don’t know, then take another sip.

And similar to Roland, for red wine and wine, it is also a matter of one sip, what age, which winery, which year, the quality, etc...

Even once again, this Mr. Roland judged the rainy season that year through a glass of wine...

Therefore, it is conceivable how well-developed their taste nerves are, especially the taste nerves on the tongue. Under such circumstances, drinking a glass of bad wine will really make the whole person feel bad...

At this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open, and a middle-aged man in a suit and tie, who looked like an old-fashioned gentleman, walked in, with two assistants behind him, who were pushing two small carts. There are many wine jars.

In the initial review, in order not to affect each other's work, each of the five sommeliers had their own studios, and the wines that needed to be reviewed would be sent in directly.

"Oh, Master Roland, I don't think I came at the right time..." The middle-aged man was taken aback when he heard Roland swearing as soon as he came in, but he immediately said jokingly.

His name is Martin, a high-level executive of the auction organizer, and he and Roland are also old friends in private, so he still speaks casually.

He has seen his old friend like this many times, and every time the other party drinks bad wine, he will be so angry.

Hearing the voice, Roland raised his head and adjusted his glasses, then a disgusted expression appeared on his face when he saw shit: "It's you, let me see, you brought me a bunch of shit here again gone?"

For Roland's ridicule, Martin was not angry at all, but smiled there: "No, no, for us, these are commodities, nothing is stinky shit, even if it's not good, it's worthless at best merchandise."

"This batch of wine comes from China, and there are a total of... Well, let me see, there are fourteen types, a total of fourteen types of wine." Martin said to Roland as if reporting to the teacher.

Roland looked at Martin's face again, and knew that the other party must have sent all the registered wines directly, and immediately became even more dissatisfied: "Can you give me these wines after a preliminary review, I drink them every day now These low-quality wines are going crazy... Oh God forgive me, look at the wine I drank before, it seems to be from that island country, it tastes worse than my family Pan's urine..."

Pan is a Labrador like Roland, who is just one year old this year...

If it were in Huaguo, then an old friend like Martin would definitely go back, why did you drink your dog's urine, tell me what it tastes like, but here, there is no such thing.

"Oh my old friend, that's impossible, and you know it, it's our rule... But you have to prepare well before drinking these wines from Huaguo, after all, these are high-grade wines, be careful if you get drunk Already," Martin said on the sidelines.

"Okay, I see, let's go!" Roland nodded, looked at the wine jars that seemed to still have dirt, a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes, and then waved Martin to leave quickly. Labor people's blood and sweat to make money!

Martin smiled and exited the room, closed the door at the same time, and led his assistant to a room on the twenty-seventh floor, where an old white man dressed in the same clothes was already waiting there.

"How is the matter going?" The white old man inside quickly asked as soon as he entered the door.

"No problem, I've given all the wine to Roland, others don't know!" Martin sat down on the sofa and said with a smile: "No one knows that Roland hates Huaguo wine, and I just I just found out by accident."

"Also, Roland didn't know that I knew about it..."

The old white man nodded, and a smile flashed across his slightly aged face: "We can't help it, so you don't need to worry, Martin, it's best to let them drink Huaguo's wine by themselves."

The two of them were talking, and the waiter had already brought over two glasses of whiskey with ice. The already mellow wine had less strong taste under the action of ice cubes, but it was more suitable for drinking.

"Cheers!" Martin raised his glass and smiled.

In the studio, Roland sat on the chair and rested for a while, and when he turned his eyes, he saw the Huaguo wine on the two small carts. Without outsiders, the disgust in his eyes was even stronger.

"Li, open all these wines and pour them a little later, and put them directly in the unqualified category!" Roland looked at the small carts and ordered directly.

Li, who was Roland's assistant, was shocked when he heard this, but as an assistant and student, he had no choice. His salary was not paid by the auction organizer, but by the teacher.

So you can only do what the teacher asks you to do, and you have to keep it secret.

Although Li sounds like a Chinese name, he is actually a white man. He will walk to the side of the small cart and open the mud seal of the big wine jar on the top.

This wine is indeed old, so the mud seal is very tight. The assistant didn't open it for a long time, and turned around to get the tools. In this room, everything is missing, and there is no shortage of tools to open the wine!

Roland had been watching the assistant's work there, and his eyes glanced at other wines from time to time. Suddenly, he saw at the bottom, a small and exquisite wine gourd about the size of a palm. The whole body was green and shiny.

There is such a wine gourd? Roland suddenly became interested, or in other words, he also thought that he couldn't stop drinking, so that if something happened, he couldn't explain it to the auction.

"Li, you take that wine gourd... yes, the smallest one at the bottom, thank you!"